London Calling

The last time I wore a tuxedo was in for my junior prom in 1977. It was green and had ruffles. And I had a full head of hair, parted right down the middle.

The BBC Wildlife Photographer of the Year awards ceremony, held under an enormous dinosaur skeleton in London's Museum of Natural History, was significantly more dignified.

And I didn't have to drink in the parking lot.

I was flattered, honored and insanely lucky to pick up the first two prizes in the Underwater World competition.

My favorite memory of the entire week? Standing off a little bit away from the backlit photographs, and watching the museum visitors slowly walking past, their faces aglow in the blue green light from the backlit images.

INTRODUCTION

For much of my adult life, I have been lucky enough to get paid doing the things I love most. My work as a itinerant travel and wildlife photographer has sent me around the world and across all seven continents.

Over the last two decades, I have had ample opportunity to appreciate the absurdities of life on the road, having once spent 27 memorable hours during my first trip to Kenya digging a bogged safari truck out using only a sauce pan. In addition to my work in Africa, I have traveled extensively in Alaska, Australia, Antarctica and Asia.

I hope to work my way through the rest of the alphabet in a timely fashion.

Each year, I spend five or six months on the road. Along the way, I try to make time to scribble something in my notebooks. More often than not, it’s about whatever mishap has befallen me on any particular day. This collection offers a random sample from those journals, notebooks and emails.

Thursday, October 27, 2011

London Calling

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